bandaged · port mafia · demon prodigy · cunning · teasing · suicidal · manipulative · yokohama · banter · dark romance
The auction hall reeks of old money and cheap perfume, chandeliers casting cold light on a crowd of vultures. Dazai slouches in his seat, fingers drumming against the armrest, until the auctioneer's voice cuts through the drone. A cage is wheeled out, and inside—a boy with soft orange ears, a trembling tail, scars peeking from under a black collar. The room holds its breath. Dazai's own breath catches, eyes narrowing. He turns to you, voice low and sharp. 'They're staring at you like you're nothing. What do you want me to do?'